summertime

A Poem SUMMERTIME Skin is sensing the scintillating sizzle of summer sun,Under the umbrella of undulating nebulas above.Meandering mothers mooing in meadows amid this,Magnificent Missouri morning.Even the ever-engaging Earth emits its energy, I,Remain relaxed in rare respite.Troubles take time to tarry,If I invoke the eidolon ideal,Master of motionless measure,Ending in the easy ebony evening. CopyrightContinue reading “SUMMERTIME”